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GM: Blackheart
Players: Bull, Posh, Scurry
Synopsis: A party at the cabin goes haywire as possessed hippies kidnap Blackheart and try to feed her to paracritters!
Date: Jan. 16, 2076
50 miles from Denver, near Silver Plume Mountain off highway 70/6 there's a little dirt road that goes up into the back country. About six miles down the dirt road, there's a turn, crossing a dilapidated looking bridge, and a further mile up, there's a fence circling a 3 acre spot of land. The fence is mostly overgrown with raspberry bushes for privacy, and the gate doesn't look like it would keep much more than your average law abiding citizen out. Down a modest driveway, one can see a decently sized log cabin, about 50 square meters all told. Near the cabin is a shelter for firewood, and a well, as well as a septic tank a little ways down the hill in the back yard. THere's an old 3 walled outbuilding that would fit two trucks, and an outhouse behind that. In the back of the outbuilding, there's a small room that houses the batteries for the solar panels set up on the roof, giving a modest power supply to the cabin.
The cabin itself has a nice looking porch, complete with rocking chair and a stray cat who calls it home. Inside, a modest kitchenette with a sink(No running water, that's supplied by a water tank up above) and a fire burning stove, which doubles as the furnace for the cozy cabin. The bedroom has a queen sized bed and a dresser, all made from wood likely harvested from the area. Just to the side of the kitchen is a comfortable looking couch and a bear skin rug in front of the fireplace. A small half sized book shelf holds a few pocketbooks and a small atlas of the area. In the middle of the kitchen is a small trap door leading to the root cellar that serves as a storage area, there are several jars of preserves, a couple of pairs of skis, and a reel to reel audio recorder next to a creepy looking book."
«Plot» Blackheart says, "here's a google view of the area https://www.google.ca/maps/place/Denver,+CO,+USA/@39.6911601,-105.7719969,201m/data=!3m1!1e3!4m2!3m1!1s0x876b80aa231f17cf:0x118ef4f8278a36d6!6m1!1e1
Posh chuckles a bit as she tries to avoid shivering a bit - she's recently had her suprathyroid removed, and she feels the cold indeed. However, as she leans over by the fire place, she's presently trying to get something started by heating up crumpled newspaper over logs with her tool laser finger.
Scurry is the scrawny little runt who ALWAYS feels the cold, and is bundled appropriately for the situation. "I got scotch, whiskey—" He's going through a bag he has slung over his shoulder. "Cider, and wine. Mulled wine and hot toddies for all!" He says, glancing excitedly between the group.
Posh gives a grin back at Scurry. "Indeed," she says. "Not bad. I'd love a hot toddy," she replies. "I'll be right back - I think I left my pocsec out in the van." The nice warm van, far better for this weather than a bike, had been her conveyance out here, though she hadn't insisted on forcing anyone else to take it. Still, with Blackheart's bike damaged and still in the shop, likely it's the only vehicle for the four, unless Bull brought his truck as well.
Bull is large, supathyroided, and furred. He doesn't seem to mind the coolness all that much as he stands near the fire, his vision turned outwards more then towards the flames. Trolleyes don't like looking at fire all that much.
"Hey gang, so, how do you like it?" Blackheart grins, showing off her little cabin in the woods as she tries to get the place tidied up for her guests. There are some snacks in the kitchen, but it's obvious she relies on her magic to keep herself fed while doing her little ski trips in the mountains. "The water should get going once the place heats up, and I'll clear the snow off the solar array so we can have some electricity in the morning, but the batteries are likely dead right now."
"How did you not end up a shaman?" Scurry asks of Blackheart, his tone equal parts curiosity and mild teasing. "A cabin in the woods, eco-friendliness… I'm on to you," he finishes, narrowing his eyes and pointing a finger at Blackheart.
"Whaaaaaat?" She grins back, laughing at Scurry's accusation. "Just because I have a bag of mushrooms that we're all going to eat here, doesn't make me a hippy!" she laughs. The woods, full moon and the mountains, the perfect time to get loopy with mushrooms. All that's missing is a snowfall.
Posh gives a grin. "Blackheart like to enjoy art as a consumer, if I'm not mistaken. I imagine melding it all the way with the shamanic magic would get tiresome for her. I could be way off, I'm just talking out my arse here," contributes Posh.
Scurry busies himself with putting things away as well as starting a fire in the fireplace the old-fashioned way. "Blackheart?" He calls out. "Do you have any timber? Or… logs? Whatever you call the stuff you set on fire?"
Posh turns back to Blackheart. "I think I like it a lot," she says. "And that's all right, I don't need water right away. I think I need booze!" She nods. "It'll be good to get power going again," she says. "Because the van only has a limited amount of charge. I think its batteries are only two-thirds full - we can't really charge much of our stuff off it and still have enough juice to get home," she says.
"Yeah, there's some out in the shelter. I'll go fetch it!" Blackheart answers merrily, "Back in a jiff," she says as she heads out into the darkness, leaving the warmth of the cabin to the rest of the gang. She's gone for several minutes before it becomes obvious something's wrong.
«Plot» Blackheart says, "Perception checks please"
«Auto-Judge[]» Scurry (#1304) rolls Intelligence:
2 3 5 5 10 23
«Auto-Judge[]» Bull (#4176) rolls Intelligence:
1 1 2 3 4
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Intelligence:
1 2 2 3 4 4 4 5
Scurry stops dead with a kettle in his hand. "The fuck was that?" He says aloud, glancing between Posh and Bull. "Anyone else hear that? Blackheart? Do your neighbors have like.. fucking hunting hounds?"
Bull glances to Scurry, and as he rises up to his feet the large troll is already casually drawing his smart guns as he paces from the light of the fire… The light doesn't really do much shit for him. On a cold night like this, his natural Troll Vision thrives on the body heat.
Posh had been trying to light up a nice fire, and she's just got one crackling before she looks back to Scurry? "What, did you hear something? I didn't." She looks around. "Where is Blackheart, anyway?" she asks.
Scurry glances outside the window he's closest, standing up straight. "Well… Maybe it's nothing. I just thought I saw a flashlight and heard some sort of unearthly roar," he says, glancing between Posh and Bull. "But look, city kid here, terrified of wilderness. It's probably nothing. It's just my imagination and way too much trid trash about rural murders."
«OOC» Blackheart says, "you can give me more perceptions now that you're all searching at the windows, TNs shouldn't be as high"
«Auto-Judge[]» Bull (#4176) rolls Intelligence:
2 3 5 5 8
Bull glances briefly back to snort towards Scurry, and he shakes his head. "Scared. Right." He opens the door, moving to step outside so he can do a brief amble around the home. Bull is doing his job; security. And perhaps looking to relocate Blackheart.
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Intelligence for "Window":
2 3 4 4 5 5 8 8
Bull grimaces. "Comms on." He grunts, before the large 'Taur simply… runs. He begins to move with all the speed that Bull can muster after the distant heat signatures dragging away Blackhearts body.
Posh doesn't need to externally recharge anything to try to turn on her taccomm, however, and she hopes desperately that Blackheart had hers connected when she went out. She tries to sync up with Bull, but the sight of Blackheart's unconscious body has her on the move.
Posh immediately is creating a battlemap of the area that she can see, identifying each separate heat signature, as well as Blackheart's unconscious form, on the map, with a green route for Bull directly to it. "Scurry. Check your battletac. Or pocsec. Either way, hook up," she suggests. With Bull's radio installed internally, though, all he has to give is a simple mental command to switch everything on.
Posh also ads the van and a floorplan of the ski lodge to the map. "All right. We need to pursue. We can't let Blackheart out of sight," Posh says, moving to follow Bull.
Commlink-Posh> Posh sends, « Cyberlink should be online. Can you see these heat signatures uploaded? »
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Small Unit Tactics + 1 vs TN 3 for "Face to face contact, init boost for Scurry, Task Pool":
1 2 3 3 3 5 11 = 5 Successes
«Plot» Posh says, "Scurry gets +2 init, Bull gets +3, Posh +3"
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 1 for "+4 init, these hippies are too high to be fast! Hippy 1":
5
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 1 for "+4 init, these hippies are too high to be fast! Hippy 2":
5
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 1 for "+4 init, these hippies are too high to be fast! Hippy 3":
1
«Auto-Judge[]» Bull (#4176) rolls Initiative with a result of 22.
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 1 for "+4 init, these hippies are too high to be fast! Hippy 4":
2
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Initiative with a result of 24.
«Auto-Judge[]» Scurry (#1304) rolls Initiative with a result of 7.
----------—[ Shadowrun Denver ]—-
============================> Initiative Listing <=============================
Combatant Name…………….. P1(B) P2(-10) P3(-20) P4(-30) P5(-40)
Posh……………………… 27 17 7 — —
Bull……………………… 25 15 5 — —
Hippie 1………………….. 9 — — — —
Hippy2……………………. 9 — — — —
Scurry……………………. 9 — — — —
Hippy4……………………. 6 — — — —
Hippy 3…………………… 5 — — — —
Posh continues to try to update the battlemap as close as she can, remotely marking Blackheart's unconscious form as the primary target and trying to seek both cover in the area and also focuses on trying to make sure that she's a difficult target to hit.
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Athletics vs TN 4 for "Athletics Roll for Bonus Dodge Dice":
2 5 10 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Bull (#4176) rolls Athletics vs TN 4 for " At a dead sprint. (Quickness(7)+successes)*2 in meters per turn.":
2 3 4 = 1 Success
«Plot» Posh says, "Posh and Bull are both clearly running (+2 to hit, -4 shooting, right?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Scurry (#1304) rolls Conjuring + 6 vs TN 4 for "Summoning F4 Watcher":
1 3 3 3 3 4 4 5 10 10 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Scurry (#1304) rolls Charisma + 6 vs TN 2 for "Resisting 9L Stun":
1 1 1 2 2 2 2 3 3 4 5 7 10 14 = 11 Successes
«Plot» Scurry says, "Force 4 Watcher summoned, and ordered to track Blackheart."
Scurry does not give up the safety of the cabin to summon his watcher. Slamming his foot on the ground and sweeping his hands aside, the mage immediately commands the Watcher spirit into being and sets it upon Blackheart.
As the gang charges into the woods after Blackheart, the two figures dragging the mulleted mage drop her into the snow and it looks like one readies a pair of shock gloves, his hands cracling with energy. The other one appears to unsling what looks like a hunting rifle of some sort and he takes a knee behind a tree. With those two drawing the most attention, it comes as a surprise as two other figures a bit deeper in the woods show themselves with flashes of light as their rifles crack in the cold quiet of the night. "You'll pay for polluting the silver plume mountain with your degenerate city filth!!" one hollars, his eyes wide with indignation.
«Plot» Scurry has his Watcher astrally tracking Blackheart— do you want to roll for how long it takes to find her, or are we close enough that I can tell it where to go?
«Plot» Blackheart says, "you're totally close enough that it can find her easily. I think it would be TN2"
Commlink-Scurry> Scurry sends, « Jesus christ, the homeowners association is even worse outside the burbs. »
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 4 + 6 vs TN 12 for "Remington 750 base damage 7S Target running(2) trees (4) Minimal light (2)":
1 1 3 4 4 4 4 4 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 4 + 6 vs TN 12 for "Remington 750 base damage 7S Target running(2) trees (4) Minimal light (2)":
1 2 2 2 2 2 4 5 8 11 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Blackheart says, " do you mind if we keep the same inits while you run to save on spam?"
«Plot» Bull says, "Sounds good."
«Plot» Blackheart says, "bull's up"
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Athletics vs TN 4 for "Going faster!":
1 3 4 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Bull (#4176) rolls Athletics vs TN 4 for " Doing the sprint thing again.":
2 2 3 = 0 Successes
Posh continues to hustle, now pulling about a meter ahead of the longer-legged bull, her muscle toning covering the distance regularly quickly. In just another hearbeat she'll be close enough to take a running, aimed shot at just under eighty meters, her arm starting to spin up a bit around the axis of her upper arm.
Scurry will actually take this opportunity, knowing where Blackheart is, to scout for ideal cover and run there.
Bull slows down a little in the slow, but the man quite simply ignores incoming fire. However, with the incoming fire he does identify the two contacts shooting, directing his gaze towards the flashes of light to mark in his Battletac. He emits a loud, attention grabbing roar as he runs.
«Auto-Judge[]» Bull (#4176) rolls Intimidation for " Bull roars.":
5 9
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 3 for "EEk!":
1 3 5
"Jesus, they've got a fucking minotaur! Zane, you didn't say anything about a minotaur!!" The guy with the shock gloves seems rattled by Bull's terrifying roar as he points out the incoming troll, and the one with the hunting rifle seems to freeze up with panic and regret about his life decisions as he tries to work the bolt. Panicing a bit, he seems conflicted about what to do. The two that were providing overwatch for the kidnap squad seem much more calm and they both take shots at Bull from their positions.
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 4 + 6 vs TN 12 for "Remington 750 base damage 7S Target running(2) trees (4) Minimal light (2)":
1 1 1 2 3 3 4 4 5 11 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 4 + 6 vs TN 12 for "Remington 750 base damage 7S Target running(2) trees (4) Minimal light (2)":
2 3 3 4 4 4 5 5 5 8 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Blackheart says, "You're at about 50m or so after adjusting to not run through trees. Scurry's back farther just at the edge of the parking area and trees ~90mish"
«Plot» Posh says, "I'd like to take a single aimed burst at one of the enemies with a rifle shooting at Bull now. They don't get to just shoot rifle bullets at Bull!"
«Plot» Blackheart says, "okay, target has cover and is stationary, +3TN +range, which I can't find."
«Plot» Blackheart says, "minimal light, which I think your eyes don't mind"
«Plot» Bull says, "SMgs at 50meters is long range, which is base tn 6"
«Plot» Blackheart nods, thanks :)
«Plot» Posh is doing a single aimed shot, so that's -1 TN, and I have gyromounts, which remove 3 TN from penalties.
«Plot» Posh says, "I think my eyes are still +1 TN so that's a net TN 10?"
«Plot» Posh says, "I'm just going to activate and drop a flashpak"
«Plot» Posh says, "It will almost immediately be behind both Bull and I. So we won't be facing it, but they will be."
As Posh slows to do her thing, Bull doesn't. That running continues… From the 100, to the 76, to the 55, to the… 25. CHOO CHOO! Bull gains ground, still chugging along towards Blackhearts body with a single minded purpose that may be as intimidating as his roar.
Posh for her part just reaches into her pocket and draws for the a flashpak, dropping it as she continues to sprint ahead with Bull. The flashpak will strobe in the snow, silhouetting them crazily and disturbing anyone trying to face them more than it will Posh and Bull, as a single step places the flashpack to their backs.
«Plot» Blackheart says, "cool, please roll 1d6 to see how deep the snow is, that will reduce the penalty by that much."
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 1 for "Flashpak penalty reduction":
9
Bloop. The flashpak simply disappears into the soft snow, giving a sort of festive strobing effect. "Oh blast it!"
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 3 for "recovering from initmidation":
3 3 5
"He's getting closer, Zane, shoot him! SHOOT HIIIM!!" Now that Bull is almost right in their kitchen, he can see that they're two elves, both look very pale and beat up, with some sort of ritualistic scars on their faces. The elf with the shock gloves points at Bull, and then runs away, leaving the elf, Zane, with the seemingly jammed hunting rifle all alone. Bull can notice a fresh heat signature running down his leg as he barrels in. "Fuck this!" the shock glove elf screams, "let's beat it!!" The two gunmen in the distance take a couple more shots, seeing if they can lay the Bull down.
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 4 + 6 vs TN 12 for "Remington 750 base damage 7S Target running(2) trees (4) Minimal light (2)":
2 2 2 3 4 5 8 10 11 11 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 4 + 6 vs TN 12 for "Remington 750 base damage 7S Target running(2) trees (4) Minimal light (2)":
1 1 1 1 1 3 4 4 5 7 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Blackheart says, "Bull, you can shoot at medium range or go last to hand to hand one on the lst pass"
«Plot» Blackheart says, "Bull's running, posh and scurry? Scurry can see them, they'll have cover verses his magic though"
«Plot» Blackheart says, "+4 :/"
«Plot» Scurry says, "Ordering Earth Elemental (F6) to materialize."
Posh continues to try to catch up with Bull, and she's there to help support him when he engages in melee. She takes a step there to try to punch Zane first, setting up Bull to be able to crash him into the ground!
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Pentjak-Silat + Combat Pool: 5 vs TN 4 for "Close combat, sprinting, +1 power, etc.":
1 1 2 2 2 3 4 4 5 5 7 11 = 6 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Pentjak-Silat vs TN 4 for "Close combat, sprinting, +1 power, etc. off hand comp shock hand":
1 3 4 5 5 8 8 = 5 Successes
«Plot» Posh says, "Total of 8 successes."
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 2 + 6 vs TN 4 for "ZOMG Zane's doomed!":
1 1 1 1 1 3 3 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 4 vs TN 10 for "UUuuugh":
2 3 4 7 = 0 Successes
Posh dashes at full spee, taking a side move over to where Blackheart and the one hippie are, trusting her elbow towards the side of his head as she runs past, seeking the next one, who has one of the rifles! Gotta find them, maybe one will shoot at Bull or BH!
«Plot» Blackheart says, "Bull, you can shoot at shock gloves if you wish"
Bull makes it to Blackheart!… And people are running away. Good. He stoops down, scooping up Blackhearts unconcious body and unceremoniously tossing her over his shoulder.
Commlink-Bull> Bull sends, « Blackheart retrieved. »
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 1 for "+4 Hippy 1":
4
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 1 for "+4 Hippy 2":
2
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 1 for "+4 Hippy 3":
9
«Auto-Judge[]» Bull (#4176) rolls Initiative with a result of 19.
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 1 for "+5 The Thing!":
3
«Tracker» Blackheart has wiped the Initiative data. A new pass can now be entered.
«Init Tracker» Blackheart (#12120) has set Bull's init to 19.
«Init Tracker» Blackheart (#12120) has set hippy1's init to 8.
«Auto-Judge[]» Scurry (#1304) rolls Initiative with a result of 11.
«Init Tracker» Blackheart (#12120) has set hippy2's init to 6.
«Init Tracker» Blackheart (#12120) has set hippy3's init to 10.
«Init Tracker» Blackheart (#12120) has set The Thing!'s init to 8.
«Init Tracker» Blackheart (#12120) has set scurry's init to 11.
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Initiative with a result of 23.
Posh aims her smartgun at the nearest hippie as she looks for cover to sprint to, dashing off a quick burst in his direction as Blackheart is rescued by Bull. «I'll cover you! Make sure she's safe!»
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Submachine Guns + Combat Pool: 5 vs TN 9 for "Vs Rifleman, aimed burst, medium range, 12S EXEX single burst":
1 1 1 1 2 4 5 8 9 9 13 13 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 6 vs TN 4 for "I've made a big mistake..dodge":
1 1 1 2 4 11 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 6 - vs TN 4 for "KP1":
1 1 2 3 10 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 4 vs TN 12 for "Soaking D damage":
1 4 4 4 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 4 vs TN 12 for "KP2 soaking D damage":
2 3 3 8 = 0 Successes
It seems Posh is pretty on target, as she manages to triangulate a deadly EXEX burst downrange at one of the ones who'd been taking potshots at herself and the others. "Something doesn't feel right about this. Where were they taking her?" Posh asks, unconcerned about the loud burst out here in the woods.
«Auto-Judge[]» Bull (#4176) rolls Submachine Guns vs TN 11 for " Base 5+2thermo,+4 cover,+2 walking, -2 smartguns. Primary Hand, First Shot":
1 2 3 4 11 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Bull (#4176) rolls Submachine Guns vs TN 11 for " Base 5+2thermo,+4 cover,+2 walking, -2 smartguns. Primary Hand, First Shot":
1 3 3 3 15 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Bull (#4176) rolls Submachine Guns vs TN 11 for " Base 5+2thermo,+4 cover,+2 walking, -2 smartguns. Recoil Comped. Primary Hand, Second shot Shot":
3 4 4 9 10 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Bull (#4176) rolls Submachine Guns vs TN 12 for " Base 5+2thermo,+4 cover,+2 walking, -2 smartguns. Recoil Comped. Second Hand, Second shot Shot":
1 2 4 4 5 = 0 Successes
Bull starts to truck back towards the cabin with Blackheart, carrying her over his shoulder as his twin smartguns come up and he unleashes the fury of dual strings of dual braaps in the general direction of the rifleman up on the hill as his steady pace carries him from tree to tree.
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 6 vs TN 5 for "dodging the Bull!":
2 3 4 4 4 10 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 4 vs TN 12 for "Soaking the second burst S damage":
3 3 4 9 = 0 Successes
Commlink-Posh> Posh sends, « Scurry! What else are we working with out here? »
«Plot» Scurry says, "Earth elemental ordered to Engulf target."
«OOC» Scurry says, "Is anyone still standing?"
«OOC» Bull says, "Running away guy."
Scurry passes the order along to the Elemental where it was summoned: Give Mr. Shock Gloves a nice, big hug. Being a very large Elemental, it does so with gusto.
«Auto-Judge[]» Scurry (#1304) rolls 8 vs TN 4 for "Engulf 6S phys damage":
1 3 4 5 5 5 7 10 = 6 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 4 + 6 vs TN 4 for "Where'd that come from?!":
1 1 3 3 3 4 4 5 5 11 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 4 + 6 - 5 vs TN 4 for "KP1":
1 2 2 2 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 4 vs TN 6 for "resisting S damage":
1 1 1 10 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 4 - 1 vs TN 6 for "KP2":
1 1 2 = 0 Successes
EARTH SMASH! The Earth elemental makes no noise as its gravely fists pick up the man and SQUEEZE him so! It's not clear whether the grinding sound is bones or rock-on-rock.
For her part, Posh looks around for some cover. With Blackheart safe, she doesn't want to be the next snatched up target and the earth elemental's likely getting all the attention, for now at least.
That tremendous roas has Bull pausing, looking around with careful thermal eyes as the cold air hits him. He frowns at the words from the wounded gunman.
«Plot» Posh says, "+3 for everyone, including scurry.
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Small Unit Tactics + 1 vs TN 3 for "Boosting Init":
2 2 2 3 4 5 11 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Small Unit Tactics + 1 - 4 vs TN 3 for "Boosting Init KP 1/6":
1 5 8 = 2 Successes
Commlink-Bull> Bull sends, « Get together. Anyone got eys on anything? »
«Plot» Blackheart says, "roll perceptions TN 10, thermo doesn't add bonuses but other mods might"
«Auto-Judge[]» Bull (#4176) rolls Intelligence:
1 2 3 3 4
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Intelligence:
1 1 1 1 2 4 4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Scurry (#1304) rolls Intelligence:
2 2 3 4 5 17
Commlink-Scurry> Scurry sends, « We… have a visitor, guys. Glaciem Deus is a draconid of some sort. »
Commlink-Bull> Bull sends, « A draconid? Like a dragon? »
«Tracker» Blackheart has wiped the Initiative data. A new pass can now be entered.
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 1 for "+5 Glaciem Deus":
2
«Auto-Judge[]» Bull (#4176) rolls Initiative with a result of 23.
«Init Tracker» Blackheart (#12120) has set Bull's init to 23.
«Init Tracker» Blackheart (#12120) has set Glaciem Deus's init to 7.
Commlink-Scurry> Scurry sends, « Yeah, that's a good way to think about it. »
«Plot» Blackheart says, "Scurry, Posh, please roll inits to see if you spot it before it attacks"
«Plot» Blackheart says, "Scurry knows where it is, but you'll get to reroll spotting it"
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Initiative with a result of 24.
«Plot» Blackheart says, "TN 8 to see if you spot it, I assume Scurry can interface with battletac last turn"
Scurry will pull out his pocsec and text Posh this information.
Posh glances around. "«Well. We've got it about fifty meters away…I don't know what's going on here, but I think we've got to figure out what this thing is they were trying to feed Blackheart to» She glances back «Bull, what's the situation? Is she okay? Should I wait for you to return?»
With Scurry updating the battletac readout, he's placed a blip at a nearby creek that's just about 50m away. The echos of the roars bounce off the hills as the paracritter comes closer and the temperature seems to get lower and lower. Scurry can see the small draconid thanks to his astral vision, but it seems to have a cold aura about it that stymies the thermographic vision of Posh and Bull. "Noo, you've angered it! You've RUINED EVERYTHING!" the wounded elf complains while the elemental finishes off the elf with shock gloves, and meaty sauce oozing from little holes in the earth elemental's large body.
«Plot» Blackheart says, "Posh and bull are right next to each other, as well"
Bull sets Blackheart down carefully with her back to a tree. «She seems fine, just knocked out. I don't got anything to wake her up.» He starts to walk towards the aura of cold. Thing about thermal vision, cold shit shows up just as well as warm shit. Its just black instead of white. And Bull is rather fearless as he begins to approach with smartguns up and ready for a target to be acquired.
«Plot» Scurry says, "Do I have any idea what this is? :D"
«Auto-Judge[]» Bull (#4176) rolls Magic Threats:
2 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Scurry (#1304) rolls Magic Background:
2 3 3 4 4 8
«Plot» Blackheart says, "With your background knowledge, both Bull and Scurry are pretty sure this is an ice drake of some sort, but beyond the obvious 'cold powers' you don't know much else."
Posh widens her eyes. "What…what the fuck is that thing?" she gasps, looking for some kind of cover. "Do I shoot it? What am I supposed to do at it?" she asks, looking back. "Do I stay out of sight and help direct Scurry to it?"
Scurry will summon both of his Fire elementals to the front! "Watch out, playing with fire!" He shouts. "Someone give Sparky Pants over there some incentive to inform us about this thing!"
"Posh, get that wounded shit to talk sense!" Bull grunts, while he continues his approach towards the drakeling. If there is something Bull is good at it, its hopefully going to be buying time while the others get themselves ready.
With Bull walking bravely to the front, the lizard looking thing hisses and snarls as it smells the minotaur. As soon as he crests a small rise, the Ice Drake blasts him with a cone of frost breath! The moisture in the air immediately crystalizing about the minotaur, covering him with frost and ice, but does he catch the brunt of the blast?
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 4 vs TN 4 for "6S damage frost breath. Impact counts for half.":
1 2 2 14 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Bull (#4176) rolls Body vs TN 2 for " Lul did I just feel cold?":
1 2 3 3 4 5 5 5 5 5 10 11 11 11 16 = 14 Successes
Commlink-Bull> Bull sends, « Thats cute. It just tried to freeze me. »
«Plot» Blackheart says, "Posh and Bull, you now have a nice frosty cone pointing to the difficult to see ice drake"
Commlink-Posh> Posh sends, « Anyone have any way of directing fire to this thing? »
Commlink-Scurry> Scurry sends, « On it. »
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Submachine Guns + Combat Pool: 5 vs TN 10 for "Shooting at drake, aimed shot, 50m distance":
1 1 1 1 2 2 3 4 4 5 5 10 = 1 Success
Posh takes a shot in the general vicinity of what she can, but with all of her senses based on heat, and the careful manipulation of temperature by the drake, she can't be sure it was particularly effective…or not.
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 4 vs TN 12 for "Resisting exex S damage":
2 2 4 9 = 0 Successes
Bull continues his rush forwards, and shoots at the damn thing. Since it fired a cone at him, he has a good idea where it is.
Posh did what she could, and she curses. "I think I hurt it!" she manages to gasp out, a little surprised and curious at the effects of her bullets downrange. Hopefully, that won't damage the rare beast too much.
«Plot» Scurry says, "I have both F4 Fire Elementals summoned and materialized. They are going to cast FLamethrower F4 on the dragon."
«Plot» Scurry says, "I am commanding both of them identically, so they are acting in unison and there is no penalty/need to split actions."
«Auto-Judge[]» Scurry (#1304) rolls 4 vs TN 4 for "Flamethrower F4 Fire1 on Ice Drake, Essence = Sorcery Skill":
2 2 5 5 = 2 Successes
«OOC» Blackheart says, "roll it up, Scurry :) This think is allergic to fire, so it takes extra damage"
«OOC» Scurry says, "How much karma do my fire elementals have, Blackheart?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Scurry (#1304) rolls 4 vs TN 4 for "Flamethrower F4 Fire2 on Ice Drake, Essence = Sorcery Skill":
1 2 4 4 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Scurry (#1304) rolls 4 - 2 vs TN 4 for "Fire1 KP1":
4 10 = 2 Successes
«OOC» Blackheart says, "I don't see any listed in their entry"
«Auto-Judge[]» Scurry (#1304) rolls 4 - 2 vs TN 4 for "Fire2 KP1":
3 14 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 4 vs TN 4 for "dodging flamethrower 1":
1 2 3 3 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 4 vs TN 4 for "soaking S damage":
1 2 3 11 = 1 Success
Scurry is looking intently at the Drake. "Burn," He says, quietly, to himself. But his elementals pick up the cue. Appearing dangerously close to Bull, each fire elemental flashes into existence on either side. They spin in tandem, lovely ladies of flame that scream in the highest octave as they exhale pure fire at the ice drake.
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 4 vs TN 4 for "soaking s damage on fire 2":
2 5 5 7 = 3 Successes
Bull comes to a stop as the burning happens, and he just watches the flame lick out and torch the creature.
The roaring of the ice drake fades away as the two fire vixens blast it with flamethrowers, melting the creature into oblivion. It gurgles and screams as it dissolves into a bubbling puddle.
After investigating the goo, the shadowrunners spy a icy trail near the creek, and follow it to a little burrow where they locate an egg that is painfully cold to the touch, this must be where the hippies were going to sacrifice the city slicker.
Commlink-Posh> Posh sends, « I don't know about that. Who knows what else it could have pulled? I wager we should thank our lucky stars that Scurry had that fire available for it. »
Keeping his elementals up, and hopefully warming the area, Scurry regroups with those actually capable of combat.
Commlink-Scurry> Scurry sends, « I'm not really a big Fire elemental fan. No pun intended. I've never even used these elementals. »
«Auto-Judge[]» Scurry (#1304) rolls Intelligence:
1 1 1 3 3 4
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Intelligence:
1 1 2 2 3 5 9 9
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 6:
1 2 3 3 3 4
Posh narrows her eyes as she walks over to the wounded elf slowly. "Hey, where do you think you're going?" she asks, with a grin, glancing over to Bull. "I think he wanted to join our party, right? His seems broken up now, but he invited our fellow eth to his, we should return the favor," she says, a little manic.
Bull slides his SMGs away when the critter falls down to its burned husk. He gives Posh a grunt and then a nod as he rolls his broad shoulders. "Hicks with longrifles and a dragon-baby. Thats a new one." He turns away from the body, and heads back to Blackheart to scoop her up again, this time actually carrying her in his arms rather then over his shoulder. A snort is given to Posh, "Why don't you drag him back to the cabin. May be worth figuring out if he has more family we need to worry about."
Posh reaches down to try to grab an appropriate limb with which to drag away the crawling elf, for an interrogation. She nods over to Scurry. "Scurry," she says, as she sends a rmeote command for the van to come on over. "What do you think here? Should we see where these were working on? Perhaps they viewed the beast as some 'great nature spirit' to sacrifice things to." She shudders a bit. "In any case, we should be able to…get specimens," she says. "Anyway. Should we worry too much about dead bodies near here? Let's get Blackheart awake with some rummy cocoa and see what she says about that."
"No, NO! Please, you can't!" The elf begs, snot dripping down his nose as he's caught up to and intimidated by the shadow runners. He holds his blood covered hands up, grimacing at his wounds which still drool onto the snow of the forest floor. As he's dragged, he begins mumbling in terror, "Save me master.. Please! Saaaave meee!"
That does bring Bull to pause slightly. "Master, eh?" He grins down at the man. "Well. If you mean that scaly fucker down by the creek, he might be dinner tonight. Or do you got something else around?"
Scurry has a better idea. He does not verbally answer Posh, but instead, he backs her up with all three of his Elementals: The earth one who had squeezed the guy before, and the two flame beasts from earlier. "Better answer the lady, little guy. I think we need a full explanation or thinks could get very ugly."
Posh frowns a bit. "Well," she says. "Come to think of it, if it was small, and near an egg, well," she says. "Do you think we got the mama, or just another hatchling?" She immediately turns back to look for any fragments of egg.
Posh nods. "I've got some trauma patches right here, for you and your buddies. You've probably got a minute before you get with them all," she says. "Don't ever come back. Make sure nobody else does, in your community, either," she says. "This is a non-negotiable, one time offer." She reaches in: four trauma patches. The hippy and all his buddies can live, if he chooses.
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 3 vs TN 10:
1 5 9 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Negotiation for "Trauma patches":
1 2 4 5 8 11 17
As the elementals, trolls and elves all loom over the terrified hippy and begin demanding answers he begins to shake his head manically. He hits himself a couple of times, tears streaming down his face as he reaches into one of his wounds and begins to pull his own guts out! Blubbering incoherently, he begins a manic frezy of self mutilation, crying out in pain as you try to make him talk.
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) uses 4 of item 5: Trauma Patch from Run Team Stash (#10861).
Good…lord… "As the hippy starts to mutilate himself, Posh reaches down and prevents him from delivering further damage and shocks him with a powerful pulse from her shock hand. She slaps the trauma patch on him. "Look," she says. "We can't leave corpses around Blackheart's lodge. THat's just asking for trouble if some kid finds a skull and I don't want Blackheart to have to wear one of those plastic facemasks," she says. "Let's keep these alive and dump them in the lot of a Denny's in the nearest town, on the way home. That way, we ain't got nothing to do with murder," she says, applying a patch to each hippie. "Regardless, we've got an egg and a drake corpse to sell, and hippies to dump."
"This guy is spelled," Scurry says, leaning forward to look at something not quite in this world. "We can't leave him alone or he'll kill himself. What the hell is going on here? I've seen cults dedicated to worship, but a puny freshwater drake? In Colorado?" He glances between Bull and Posh.
Bull raises a brow slightly towards Posh, as she starts to save the bodies. "… Really?" He says, looking her over with a curious look. "Well. If thats what you want." He grunts, shrugging. "Figured we'd just gather them up and burn them." A pause, and he looks to Scurry before frowning. "Hell. Spelled in what way? Someone controlling them?" That seems to change his thoughts on killing.
"I suppose, but these guys didn't have it all together, obviously," says Posh. "And it's best of all if we don't commit a legal, technical murder." She frowns a bit. "I don't know. But that was idea number one. How do we fix the spelling, though, and let them just…move onto California or something?"
"Well, first of all, this man is going to be a piece of work," Scurry mutters. "Whoever the hell did this, they wove a hell of a spell. This isn't something I would even do on my own. Get ready to stimpatch me, this is going to be ugly."
«Auto-Judge[]» Scurry (#1304) rolls Centering vs TN 10:
1 1 1 4 4 = 0 Successes
"On second thought, let's just bind this guy, get back to the cabin, and take care of Blackheart," Scurry says after a sigh. "With her help I can more safely remove this compulsion."
"Yeah. We should get Blackheart inside." Bull agrees, before he starts walking that way with her.
Back in the cabin, and down in the root cellar, the survivors are dumped and bound up into chairs, their metabolic processes slowed enough for the trauma chems to help keep them at least at the edge of life before a long healing road.
Posh finishes trussing up the trauma patched targets with plasteel restraints, dumping them into chairs in the basement and then nodding over to Scurry as she comes back upstairs. "Do you think you can keep an eye on them?" she asks. Bull. "We'll need to get to the bottom of who put this spell on them," Posh suggests. "Might lead us to another opportunity - but for now, I can start putting out some feelers for who wants to buy the eggs. No doubt 'Lucky' Liu Chang might be interested - those Triad guys are always looking for new natural erectile dysfunction treatments, you know. For their business partners, of course, never them, interestingly enough."
"Blue dragon? But we're the RED DRAGONS!" Lucky syas over the secure line. Of course he'll pay out, a 'dragon egg' is a 'dragon egg,' he's seen the Trids. After some mean negotiation, a price is settled on, and he expects delivery the next day.
The hippies in the basement are all soundly knocked out, it'll take a few hours for them to recover from their stunned conditions, but thanks to the trauma patches they'll likely live, especially with Bull keeping a careful eye upon them. Meanwhile, Blackheart's in bed, recovering from the stun glove judo chop that took her out..
Posh spends the evening negotiating and sharing images and whatever details she can, after admitting it's not quite a 'dragon' egg, and settling on the fair price of eighty grand for the admittedly rare and pristine-condition drake egg. Perhaps that might end up becoming some sort of cyberterror to kill her some day, but for now, money!
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